Its irrational and flash bright, almost impossible to control even with her magnitude of it, when Allison has to keep herself from the urge to suddenly kick or smack her brother in the back of the head, away from her as soon as he's settled this close only to say that. The fury at the idea is staggering. So easy. So overwhelming. Her daughter not even a person. A biopic, not even forgotten, but who never once even existed to be forgotten, who was glanced over with no more relevance than like every junk article on aliens and Hollywood affairs. For all of her life. And months past dying.
One who grew up with Diego’s names on her lips as much as every other sibling. Not her favorite. Not her personal superhero. But she knew him. She worshipped the stories of their childhood, holding all of them as important pieces of the full team of her favorite tales. Memorized every single one and still begged for them to be told a hundred times more.
And didn’t matter to any of them. Only Luther had even asked.
You are an asshole.
She knew exactly who you were. Who all of you were.
Nothing about his decision to decide to drop down next to think, like they'd ever had a heart to heart, like he'd ever even displayed he was once this in touch with his own emotions and how they connected to his thoughts, changed that. If anything it only made it worse. Her whole life didn't matter, and not her death until the dreams. Like Vanya's life didn't matter until their world was already beyond saving and they were kidnapped to another one. Only remorseful after the fact, like that deserved pity.
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And months past dying.One who grew up with Diego’s names on her lips as much as every other sibling. Not her favorite. Not her personal superhero. But she knew him. She worshipped the stories of their childhood, holding all of them as important pieces of the full team of her favorite tales. Memorized every single one and still begged for them to be told a hundred times more.
And didn’t matter to any of them. Only Luther had even asked.
You are an asshole.
She knew exactly who you were.
Who all of you were.
Nothing about his decision to decide to drop down next to think, like they'd ever had a heart to heart, like he'd ever even displayed he was once this in touch with his own emotions and how they connected to his thoughts, changed that. If anything it only made it worse. Her whole life didn't matter, and not her death until the dreams. Like Vanya's life didn't matter until their world was already beyond saving and they were kidnapped to another one. Only remorseful after the fact, like that deserved pity.